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Starting Scenario for Captain Razorclaw of the Flametail - Found nearby Jarren's Outpost

"Lost time is never found again"

Most creatures who have woken up from a coma will never be the same, this we all know. But for some, life goes on as it would have normally. Their vision is greater, their hearing is better, and they have a better sense of self in reality, knowing that at any moment, they may drop into the seduced state. But for the ferret, memories had taken a leave of absence, mercilessly leaving no recollection left in his spinning head. He awoke sputtering, coughing up the contents of the sea, which had thrown him up so ungracefully onto the shores.

But luck had an odd way of presenting itself to this creature. As the scavengers of the sky began to swoop down from above, they where inexplicably pulled into the sands by an unseen force. While the ferret never remembered the phenomenon that he had witnessed, he always had the odd feeling that something peculiar had happened at that moment. But death doesn't stop there. It moves through time on the speeding train, not stopping for any roadblock.

But again the ferret's strange luck pulled through, as his weak arms were grabbed and he was hauled onto the shoulder of a large creature. His vision was still shaky, made even harder by the one eye that he didn't have, but he saw enough to know where he was. He had been to Jarren's Outpost before, some seasons back, but he was not one to forget even the most miniscule of details. The layout of the land, the rocky cliff sides facing the ocean majestically - these features never surpassed his keen perception.

The large gates were opened, and the ferret could see the stern faces of guards and soldiers alike staring at him stoically as he was carried through. A sharp swerve brought him to a medical tent, where he was laid to rest on a soft bed. His eye couldn't help drooping as he lay there in peace and silence, but he was brought awake rudely by somebeast entering the tent loudly. Razorclaw may not have paid as much attention in normal circumstances, but the large creature was holding up a necklace. His necklace.